Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Spotlight on Karen-Anne Stewart's Ash to Steele



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Title: Ash to Steele
Author: Karen-Anne Stewart
Publisher: Karen-Anne Stewart
Pages: 342
Genre: New Adult Romance
Format: Paperback/Kindle
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Emma

Who I am and all I believe is marred with just one glance into angry, steel blue eyes. He seems to control my air, my ability to breathe. He makes me crave everything I know is a sin. Pure becomes tainted and lines are blurred. It's my fault; I'm the one who isn't strong enough. I've been damaged...broken. Breck's words haunt me...'There's a consequence for every choice you make.'

Breck

I've had so many women I can't even remember over half of their names, but none of them are mine; I make damn sure of that. I take what I desire and never look back. I don't need or want anyone, ever...not until I met Emma. Those eyes bore into what's left of my soul and her touch sears me, weakens me. I want to hate her for that. She is my ruin...my sweetest hell.

Book Excerpt:
Angrily opening my eyes, I slam my palms against the floor, not wanting to think of last night, of Emma, or how beautiful she looked without make-up and wearing those old, torn jeans and worn-out jacket.  I wanted to kiss her.  That goes against all my rules.  No kissing, no personal shit, just sex.  Lots of sex. Seeing her bare skin through the holes in those jeans made me thirst for sex.  I could taste her.  Her phantom flavor bursts on my tongue even now.  There was nothing remarkable about the modest amount of skin I saw.  Hell, the holes weren’t even near intimate areas, but seeing her tan skin made me want to see all of her, lying on the bed for me.  Just for me.  That’s another cardinal sin, none of them are mine, I make damn sure of that. 
   There’s an unending supply of women who are willing to follow the rules and service my needs, so thoughts of Emma getting in my way doesn’t make any sense.  Only pansy asses like Jason believe in love at first site, swearing that’s what happened between him and Jess.  That’s bullshit.  Love is bullshit.
   Emma is different, possibly innocent, or at least more innocent than the others.  Maybe that’s what’s screwing with my head.  I’ve grown too accustomed to women who are anything but innocent. Debased.  That’s what I prefer, what I’m used to, what I need.  There’s only one way to get her poison out of me…I will make her like the others.

Giveaway Details:

Karen-Anne is giving away a $25 Amazon Gift Card & one Kindle copy of Ash to Steele!

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  • By entering the giveaway, you are confirming you are at least 18 years old.
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  • This giveaway begins July 7 and ends on September 26.
  • Winner will be contacted via email on Monday, September 29.
  • Winner has 48 hours to reply.
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5 – M.S. Spencer – Whirlwind Romance
6 - Weekend Writing Warriors
10 – Book Hooks and Flash Fiction
11 – Lori M. Jones – Renaissance of the Heart
12 – Anne B. Cole – Soul Entwined
13 - Weekend Writing Warriors
17 - Flash Fiction and Book Hooks
19 – 22 – Fall into Romance Blog Hop
24 – Book Hooks and Flash Fiction
27 - Weekend Writing Warriors

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Victoria is back to flashing her Wednesday Briefs #WedBriefs



 Welcome to this week's Wednesday Briefs.


 This is an m/f time travel romance. It's a 500 to 1,000 word excerpt inspired by have a game of Marco Polo in your story, plus the photos below. Chapters 1 through 5 are available on the free read tab at top of blog.




Sunrise 47


J'dol looked at the thickening storm clouds and shuddered. In the few weeks he'd been here, there had been a couple of storms and both reminded him of the moment he'd been ripped from his time and dropped on a deck in this century.
Sian placed a hand on his arm. "What's the matter?"
He nodded his head towards the dark sky. "It looks the same as the storm that brought me here." He grabbed and hugged her to his body. "I don't want to go back."
Sian rested her forehead on J'dol's rock hard chest. "I don’t want you to leave." She snuggled closer. "I wish the storms would just disappear and fluffy, like kittens, clouds would float on by."
"We could lay on a meadow and look for shapes in the sky."
"I'd love that. We could have a picnic and just ignore the world." She chuckled. "One day I saw a cloud that looked just like Bart Simpson."
"Who…or what is a Bart Simpson?"
"A cartoon character. But I bet that doesn’t help. Forget it."
"Are you two going to join us or get a room?" Kiry's shouted.
With great reluctance, J'dol released Sian and returned to his seat. Sian settled on the chair next to him.
The sensation of her body pressed up against his began to fade. He fought to keep the feeling in his memory. If he was pulled back into his time, he'd have one glorious moment to relive. The awareness of the curves of her body embraced against him. The aroma of her filling his nostrils. The growing urges in his body, nudging him that this woman was the one meant for him.
"Marco!"
"Polo!"
J'dol blinked and looked at Sian. Her face was light with laughter.
"Remember that?" She smiled at her friend, Kiry. "That was hilarious. We must have played that for hours. Just the two of us."
J'dol glanced between Sian and Kiry. "You know Marco Polo?"
"Uh?" Kiry shrugged. "We know this century's version of him. Not the dude from the thirteenth or maybe it was the fourteenth century. You know, the guy who went to China."
J'dol pursed his lips. "I do no think that I understand."
Sian tapped his arm. He turned to face her. The softness of her smile made her want to wrap her in his arms and carry her off so they could be alone. He flinched. That's what he wanted? To be alone with Sian. No friends or family. No worrying about whether he'd suddenly be thrust back into his time. Just the two of them.
"Marco Polo in our time is a children's game. You can play it in a pool or lake. It's like hide and seek. Do you know that game?"
J'dol nodded. "Even in my time, children play that game. It teaches hunting and survival skills. Can the hider, or the prey, stay hidden from the hunter."
A frown passed over Sian's face. Anger tapped J'dol. He'd made her sad. Or maybe confused. Neither was good.
"Never thought of the game from that angle. To us, it's simply a game." Sian shrugged. "Anyway, back to Marco Polo. So, one person…" She rambled on explaining the game. Kiry interjected fun moments when she and Sian played together. J'dol was happy Sian had had such a relaxed and joyful childhood. Not like his niece and nephew, who had no longer had a life to live. Death should never visit a child.
"Anything like your version of the game?" Sian smiled.
J'dol shook his head. "Children do not play Marco Polo. Warriors do."
A tense giggle erupted from Sian. "I think I'm almost scared to learn what this is."
"At evening time, when we are sitting around a fire, we might play this. Usually only when we know we are safe and at a special occasion. Like the first kill of a young warrior. Or the birth of a son."
"Not at the birth of a daughter?" Sian raised an eyebrow.
"It would be wrong. Disrespectful." J'dol looked at Sian's friends and family seat around the table. "One must always treat the birth of a female baby with reverence."
Sian patted his arm. Tingles of heat exploded where she'd touched him. "I'm sorry I interrupted you. Continue. You and your team are sitting around a campfire."
"We pour small glasses full of spirits. Someone shouts, Marco. The others reply, Polo. And everybody drinks." Happiness mixed with homesickness bubbled in him.
"Who wins?" asked Sian.
J'dol shrugged. "No one. We just drink."
"The future's version of a frat party." Kiry giggled.
"Professor?" J'dol looked at the learned scientist. "How do I get to stay in this time?" He placed his hand on Sian's arm. "I very much would like to stay."
The professor sneezed then removed and polished his glasses. Adjusting them back on his face, he locked gazes with J'dol and in a sad voice said, "I don't think that's possible."
J'dol's gut clenched.

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What's Coming Up in September on Victoria's Pages of Romance
4 - Kristy Feltenberger Gillespie - Even in Death: A Short Story Collection
5 – M.S. Spencer – Whirlwind Romance
6 - Weekend Writing Warriors
10 – Book Hooks and Flash Fiction
11 – Lori M. Jones – Renaissance of the Heart
12 – Anne B. Cole – Soul Entwined
13 - Weekend Writing Warriors
17 - Flash Fiction and Book Hooks
19 – 22 – Fall into Romance Blog Hop
24 – Book Hooks and Flash Fiction
27 - Weekend Writing Warriors